Two haiku about: silence.
My second one is holding on to the prompt by a rather tenuous thread, it seems to me. But it's what came to mind, so I stand by it.
Had a new story idea pop into my head today while I was reading. I think I'll just jot down the basic idea so that I don't get distracted, yet again, from other writing work I want to get done.
Sometimes it's golden
but it seems when you're around
I only see red.
* * *
Is it loneliness
or solitude? It dependson what I'm drinking.